Jojo’s P.O.V.
Dinner was about to begin, and I was already mildly sweating. Not from nerves—well, OK, a little from nerves—but mostly because lasagna is a high-stakes dish. You can’t just casually eat lasagna. It requires strategy. Layers of precision and etiquette.
And I was ready.
I hoped.
We all took our seats at the table, me trying to play it cool like I didn’t just mentally prepare for a pasta marathon. Raven, ever the vigilant dad, announced,
“I’m just going to check on the lasagna for a sec,” and he whisked off to the oven with the grace of someone who takes cheese distribution very seriously. But before he left, he performed a quick ninja move, snatching the juice box Lucy had handed me moments prior. With the efficiency of someone who has thwarted many a sugar rush, he re
